Right now, I am secure and warm in my living room while the sun is glaring off a few feet of snow outside (which has given me a monstrous migraine).
The picture above is what our backyard looked like last night before the snow had fully stopped. My glider is well and truly buried there–the front looks worse than the back, even now that the sun has been shining on it.
And this is what it looks like from my front door right now. The street is semi-clear, but I’m hoping that a township truck makes a trip down dropping salt before nightfall. Otherwise tomorrow morning, it will be an ugly, icy mess. On the other hand, I got a message that my day-job will be starting late tomorrow, as they haven’t yet cleared the parking lots around the office.
But I am thrilled that we finally got some snow. And not just ‘some’ snow, like a dusting or nuisance slush. No, we got a beautiful, substantial snow. Winter at last! Some of my writing friends aren’t nearly as thrilled about it, but that’s okay. We’ll be even when summer gets here and I’m miserable while they are ecstatic. For now it’s my turn for seasonal happiness. In a little while I’m going to start a pot of homemade tomato soup to go with grilled cheese sandwiches for supper–my guys spent quite a while outside with shovels and the snowblower, clearing off the cars and helping out the neighbors without their own snowblowers.
My writing for the weekend is actually rewriting. This shifter story is still frustrating me, but I know when I finish and polish it up, I’ll be so much happier with it. Then I can go back to actual writing on another manuscript that isn’t quite complete.
Also, I have a booksigning coming up on Valentine’s Day weekend! I have all of the info on my Facebook page about the signing, and I would love to see some of you there. There will be 17 other romance authors signing as well, so I know there will be something there for everyone.
How many of you are as happy as I am to finally see some snow to get this winter moving?